No Tears Left To Cry( JA story By Cassia, SEQUEL to Stormy)

Hello all this story is a sequel to the story I posted yesterday. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did.


By the way Stomy is posted at

http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=1011523&replies=11

Hang on I will be back in 5 mins


Kim B
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Title: No Tears Left to Cry
By: Cassia
Email: cassia_a@hotmail.com
Category: Drama, Adventure, Angst, Mystery, Hurt/Comfort, Obi Banging.
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: Minor ones for the JA books
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
exclusive property of George Lucas. All others belong to me.
I have no official permission to use these characters, but
I'm not being paid for it either, so that's okay.
Feedback: Yes Please!
Time Frame: 9 years before TMP. Obi-Wan is 16.

Summary: Obi-Wan is accused and convicted of first-degree murder, cast out of the Jedi order and sentenced to spend the rest of his life in an alien prison.
Will anyone ever know what really happened?

Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.


-No Tears Left to Cry-

PART ONE:

Obi-Wan Kenobi stared straight ahead, denying the tears that wanted to stream down his face. As the sharp blade in Qui-Gon's hand sheered off his Padawan braid, the young Jedi felt as if it had passed straight through his heart instead. His former Master did not look at him, would not meet Obi-Wan's eyes. It was as if Qui-Gon were looking through him, as if the apprentice were not there.

Sick-hearted pallor and crimson shame warred in Obi-Wan's face. Under the stares of hundreds of people, most of whom had at one time been his friends, shame ended up winning out and the sixteen-year-olds cheeks flushed a painful red. Obi-Wan clenched his fists, making the binders, which held his arms crossed in front of him, pinch his wrists. He tried to swallow the raw, enormous lump in his throat, but couldn't.

He had heard of public expulsions from the Jedi Order, but they were rare and he had never seen one in person, until now. It was the ultimate unthinkable, only for those who had done deeds so dark and terrible that all must be warned about them.

Obi-Wan wanted to die.

Qui-Gon stood in front of him now, but Obi-Wan could not bear to look at the man he respected and loved most in the galaxy. He could not stand to see the disappointment in the Master's clear blue eyes, or worse, the disgust. Instead, the former Padawan gazed over the big Jedi's shoulder, yet that too, was a mistake. In the somber faces of the assembled Jedi there were far too many that he knew.

By accident, his eyes briefly caught on his friend Bant Eerin. Tears filled her silver eyes and ran down her salmon cheeks as she looked up at her friend. The young Calamarian leaned against her Master for support.

Obi-Wan quickly wrenched his eyes away. Bant thought he was guilty. Master Qui-Gon thought he was guilty. Everyone here thought he was guilty. Even Master Yoda stood, quiet and brooding, behind Obi-Wan on the podium with the rest of the Council.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, the choices you have made and the crimes you committed against the people of X'diin have violated the Jedi Code and thereby placed you outside the Jedi Order," Qui-Gon's voice was thick, but cold. "Accept then the consequences of such violations," the Jedi Master's voice dropped lower in an effort to keep it from cracking. "You are hereby banned from the Jedi Order and denied access to all Jedi grounds and areas. You are no longer a Padawan learner, and you are no longer a Jedi."

Tears he could not control were sliding down Obi-Wan's face now. The teenager blinked desperately, but they would not stop. His heart was broken and his life lay in a million pieces around his feet. *No longer a Jedi...*

Obi-Wan was so miserable he felt sick. He was actually glad that the X'diin had confiscated his lightsaber. Otherwise it would have been Qui-Gon's duty to take it from him now and destroy it.

"The training bond between us is severed. I have nothing of you, and you have nothing of me," Qui-Gon thought the words were going to kill him. *Obi-Wan...*

Obi-Wan gasped as if someone had stabbed him in the gut as he felt himself suddenly cut adrift. *"Master! Master!"* his heart was sobbing and only tremendous amounts of willpower kept his body from following suit. He didn't think he could live, cut off from

Kim, I hate to ask such a stupid question, and I know I'm going to be smacking myself in the forehead in exasperation when you reveal the obvious answer, but why do you post these stories here instead of the authors doing it themselves? You just said that they check to see if there are any replies, so why don't they do the posting in the first place?

But as for feedback, I've read this story before, but I could read one of Cassia's stories every day until I get done with all of them, then start again, and continue this ad infinitum because every one of her stories is so great! An excellent plot, good characters, suspense, and the perfect amount of Obi-Torture! Bring on some more!

Oh I wanted to cry at the pain and anguish I read here! So very well done. I am looking foward to so much more of this!

I wondered the same thing Jane and agree 100% about Cassia stories, they have all been wonderful. She is a sweet girl to boot!

:-0 Oh, the angst.... Excellent! I hope we receive the next installment soon!

So sad! I like it alot! Post more Kim-kenobi!!

Wow. Next please.

Jane's Question
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Kim, I hate to ask such a stupid question, and I know I'm going to be smacking myself in the forehead in exasperation when you reveal the obvious answer, but why do you post these stories here instead of the authors doing it themselves? You just said that they check to see if there are any replies, so why don't they do the posting in the first place?
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Well there are several reasons why the authors don't posts them selves.

1 they are busy writing more or another story(and checking them again so there are less mistake).

2 THe authors(some) I post for usually have darth real life catching up with them so they do not have the time to post it everywhere.

3 One of the REAL reason is they are NOT a member of JC, so they cannot post or reply but they do ask me to pass on a message now and then and I usually post it on the end of the story(when they make a request). THey check regulaly to see the replies (I give them the URL as soon as I post the stories) and feel appreciated when there positive feedbacks.

4 I volunteered for Cassia(among others) to post her story for her. I usally get it same or a day advanced(than the list) but for this story I had Darth Illness preventing me from posting it earlier.

5 I love finding stories I love and sharing it with others in the JC, especially if I think there is a person who missed the story.



Any more questions anyone or are my reasons really bad?

If there are any complaints against me for what ever reason what so ever my email address is Bongsunkim@yahoo.com

Kim B

PART TWO:

Qui-Gon sat on his bed, surrounded by the silence of the sleeping Temple, but felt no peace. How could he feel any kind of peace while his apprentice was locked away in a foreign prison on a planet where humans were not well liked, for crimes he did not commit?

The big Jedi sighed. How had all this happened? It didn't make sense. The mission he and Obi-Wan had been assigned to on X'diin had seemed so simple, how could it have possibly become so complicated?

They had been requested to act as an escort for the obnoxious Senator of X'diin. The X'diini senator was extremely paranoid and insisted that someone was trying to kill him. No real threat to Senator T'lyn could be ascertained, and it was the opinion of most people, including the majority of X'diini, that the diplomat was jumping at shadows.

When the Senate grew tired of his blusterious whining about the need for protection when traveling between Coruscant and X'diin they finally consented to giving T'lyn a Jedi escort to see him safely back to X'diin during the Senate's customary recess period.

The journey itself had been uneventful enough, actually bordering on incredibly dull. It had been Obi-Wan's opinion that Senator T'lyn was not entirely mentally stable. Even though there was only he, his four cabinet members, the two Jedi and the ship's crew on board, the skittish diplomat kept himself locked in his cabin nearly the entire trip. Only coming out to shout at people and throw temper-tantrums if he saw some detail that he did not approve of.

Qui-Gon reflected that T'lyn certainly gave people enough reason to *want* to kill him.
The snobbish X'diin secretly looked down on the fact that his escorts were human and did not miss an opportunity to display a polished contempt for them.

The day before they put down on X'diin, Obi-Wan had been practicing his katas in the ship's ready area, which Qui-Gon had gotten permission for him to do. Obi-Wan had only been working on these particular katas for about a week, so he was still struggling to master them. After some initial instruction, Qui-Gon was convinced that Obi-Wan knew how it was supposed to be done and was in no danger of harming himself, so he left the boy to work on his own for a while. Qui-Gon knew that sometimes it was easier for the apprentice to concentrate when he was still striving to perfect something, if he didn't feel he had to do it right every time because he was being watched.

While Qui-Gon was away an unfortunate incident occurred. Obi-Wan was so intent on his practice that he was not as aware of his surroundings as he could have been. He did not feel Senator T'lyn's approach and the X'diini came upon the young Jedi suddenly while he was in the middle of the most difficult part of the kata.

*"What do you think you're doing?"* the Senator snapped irritably, catching Obi-Wan in the middle of a high, somersaulting flip. The sudden interruption caused Obi-Wan to momentarily lose his focus. He was only distracted for an instant, but at that crucial moment, in an exercise he did not yet have down, it was enough to warrant mild disaster.

Obi-Wan came crashing down, a mild jolt of alarm shooting through him as he realized that he was not in proper form, nor in control of where he landed. He hit the floor hard an instant later, but his feet were at the wrong angle to catch him. His ankle twisted painfully as his boots lost purchase on the slippery deck and flew out from under him. Tucking and rolling in an attempt to absorb the fall, the young Jedi ended up running smack into the Senator and knocking him down.

Qui-Gon returned a few minutes later to find Obi-Wan favoring an injured ankle and being thoroughly chewed out by the irate X'diini.

*"Stupid, clumsy idiot!"* T'lyn was shouting at the contrite teenager. *"What are you doing whirling around that way? You could have killed somebody! You're an oaf and a menace!"* he berated harshly.

The words had stung Obi-Wan, but he tried to remain calm. He never liked being called clumsy and a part of him fel

I always wondered the same thing as Jane. Especally since I know Cassia's sister is a J.C.er.

Part three please.

Cassia's stories are great as usual. Up!

I wasn't complaining. I like the fact that you're posting the stories here. I was just curious, that's all.

Yes, it's all too convenient. It's definitely a set up. I liked the way that Senator interrupted Obi-Wan while doing katas and called him an oaf and a menace after the boy bumped into him. That was cruel!

GASP!

I went and read Stormy and thought it was so cute and angst driven, then I come here and can't believe my eyes!

My Force! Cassia is a truely brilliant writer!

Kim!

Post more of this NOW! I can't stand the suspense.

Hold on Obi! Cyndi's coming!

PART THREE:

"Hey, human," the word was applied insultingly. "You fall in the laundry or something?" one of the other teenage inmates taunted Obi-Wan about his fair skin, which contrasted sharply with the deep purple skin of the X'diin.

Obi-Wan ignored the jab and tried to keep eating his food. He did not feel very hungry.
"I'm talking to you freak," the X'diini, whose name was Vrad, snapped, leaning on the cafeteria table so that Obi-Wan had to see him. Average height for an X'diin was seven feet and the huge purple beings could make Obi-Wan feel very small.

The three X'diini inmates that surrounded him now were purposefully using their height in an attempt to intimidate the young human. In the two weeks he had spent here, Obi-Wan had quickly become the favorite target for all the bullies in the juvenile branch of the imposing prison.

One of the X'diins intentionally knocked Obi-Wan's cup over, sloshing it across his plate and the table. Obi-Wan sighed inwardly. *"Here we go again,"* he thought grimly.
"OOPS!" Vrad mocked, pretending it was an accident. "How clumsy of me! Here, let me fix that for you." Picking up Obi-Wan's watery plate the bully dumped it on the young Jedi's lap and then dropped the dish on the floor.

"What a mess! Better pick it up humie," a second boy smirked, using the X'diin's derogatory word for human.

Obi-Wan tried to control his temper. Rising out of his seat he brushed the food off his prison uniform and knelt to pick up the fallen plate. If he were blamed for making a mess in the prison's cafeteria, he would be stuck cleaning it up for the next three days. Due to the X'diini's residual prejudice towards non-X'diins, especially humans, the guards and wardens usually had no trouble blaming anything that went wrong on Obi-Wan.
Vrad kicked the plate out of the young human's hand, sending it skittering across the floor.

Obi-Wan battled back the red haze that wanted to cloud his vision. Even if he was no longer a Jedi, he would not give into hate.

No longer a Jedi... the pain of his expulsion was still a raw, throbbing wound in his chest, rising up and nearly overcoming him every few moments.

Refusing to be provoked, Obi-Wan got up and retrieved the dish. The best way to handle a bully was to ignore them. Unfortunately, that wasn't always possible.

Vrad shoved Obi-Wan.

The teenage human stumbled, but kept his balance.

"Aw, poor little Humie lose his footing?" Vrad taunted.

"Wretched little Jedi reject," one of the other boys sneered.

"Jedi reject, Jedi reject," they sing-songed, shoving the smaller human boy around between them. News traveled fast, even in prison, and most all the inmates knew who and what Obi-Wan had been. After all, a single human in the all-X'diin prison attracted a lot of attention and curiosity.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to control his raging emotions. Vrad and the others were pushing him too far this time.

"Hey little Jedi, where's your braid?" Vrad ran his finger over the bare patch behind Obi-Wan's right ear.

It was all right there in front of Obi-Wan's eyes again. Qui-Gon's large hands cutting off the braid that had grown, with their relationship, for the past three years. Obi-Wan could still feel the gentle touch of those hands over his own at other times, in the happy bygone days when he was Qui-Gon's apprentice and the Jedi Master would guide the Padawan through a new maneuver, or lightsaber drill. *"You are no longer my Padawan, you are no longer a Jedi..."* Obi-Wan's chest tightened. It was still all right there, painful and fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

Vrad's friend Tiimo sniggered. "Doesn't matter, they don't want him no more. Murders aren't allowed, at least, not one's that are convicted!" Reaching over Obi-Wan's shoulder, Tiimo made a snipping motion with his fingers. They really had no notion what they were talking about; they were simply trying to be annoying.

They succeeded. They more than succeeded, they went too far. The wounds in Obi-Wan were much too

UP!!! I love this story and loved it the first time I read it!

Another great story by Cassia! Yippee! I was glad to read a sequel to Stormy. Both stories are excellent!

Continuing to be excelent!

Part 4 please.

What's this story doing way down here? Up, and more story, please!

Boy, that's harsh. First a full day on the wall with the electric shocks calibrated for bigger, meaner prisoners, and then two weeks "recovery" in isolation. At least Obi-Wan can look forward to seeing Cyndi again, though. Maybe she'll figure out a way to help him somehow without getting him into further trouble.

PART 4! PART 4!

Please, write more! I can't wait to see what will happen now.

Please post. I can't stand cliffhangers.

Obi-Wan is down about as far as he can go. There's got to be no where to go but up. I sure hope Qui-Gon hurries and finds something to prove him innocent fast. That will be tough, though, with so many people dead.

where's the rest!? this is a great story. *whining* I want more! more!